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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Eli Mardock to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.