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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Jandek,
ABBA,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.