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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Litter to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
The Residents,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.