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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Interpol to the grime 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.