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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.