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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smoke 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
UT,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.