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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.