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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 New Age Steppers to the rap 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.