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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
the Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.