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 Gabon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Inner City,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.