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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Television,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
Wings,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.