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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.