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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the rock 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Deakin,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.