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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.