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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gerry Rafferty 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Swans,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.