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 Peru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.