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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.