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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.