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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays 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?
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.