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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Crime,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.