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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Morten Harket,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
The Victims,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.