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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the jazz 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.