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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Television,
The Dead C,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
The Litter,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.