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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Beijing and Paris.
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 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin 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 funk 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.