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 Burkina 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Radio Birdman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.