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 Comoros and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.