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 Panama and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.