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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.