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 Afghanistan and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Five Americans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
the Human League,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.