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 Taiwan and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Raincoats to the crunk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.