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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
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.