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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Pagans,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.