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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.