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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.