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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Magazine,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.