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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.