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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.