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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Y Pants,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.