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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.