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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.