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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Dice to the grime 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.