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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.