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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Darondo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Neu!,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
cv313,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.