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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Can,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.