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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Model 500,
Visage,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.