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 Burkina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.