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 Canada and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.