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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.