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 Brazil and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
Minutemen,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Pantytec,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.