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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 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 Camouflage 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.