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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Japan,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.