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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Qualms 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.