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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marine Girls to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.