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 Africa and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.