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 New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.