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 Kenya 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.