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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.