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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.