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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.