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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.