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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.