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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.