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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.