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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Skriet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.