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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
MDC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.