Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.