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 Grenada and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Malaria! to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.