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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.