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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.