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 Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.