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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.