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 Rwanda 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.