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 Chad and from Houston.
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 Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.