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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.