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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.