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 Houston.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joyce Sims 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Masters at Work,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.