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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.