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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.