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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.