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 Jordan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
MC5,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.