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 Montenegro and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Icehouse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.