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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.