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 Portugal and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Echospace to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
The Real Kids,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.