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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Metal Thangz,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Fear,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Zapp,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
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.