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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.