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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
MDC,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.