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 Malawi 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.