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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Qualms to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.