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 Niger and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.