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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.