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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
10cc,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Magma,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.