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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Music Machine to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.