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 Cameroon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Residents to the disco 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.