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 Switzerland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.