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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Oneida,
AZ,
Hoover,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.