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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Joyce Sims to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Smog,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.