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 Malta 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Max Romeo 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Faust,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.