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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.