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 El Salvador 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.