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 Niger 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.