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 Belize and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.