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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.