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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
John Foxx,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Joyce Sims,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.