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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.