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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aswad to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.