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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.