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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
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 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.