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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Wings,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.