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 Croatia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Index,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.