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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Organ,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Q65,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.