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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.