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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.