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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Inner City,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.