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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.