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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 EPMD to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Outsiders,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
The Move,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.