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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Josef K,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.