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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
UT,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.