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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits 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?
Arcadia,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.