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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.