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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
a-ha,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.