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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Lungfish 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.