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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.