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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.