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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.