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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.