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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Golliwogs to the rap 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.