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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.