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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.