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 Hungary and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.