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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.