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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Quantec,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.