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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Can,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.