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 Ireland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.