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 Cambodia and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joey Negro to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Infiniti,
The Mojo Men,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Hashim,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.