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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.