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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.