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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Quadrant,
Whodini,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.