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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
The Names,
X-102,
Yaz,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.