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 Liberia and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.