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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.