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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Oneida,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.