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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.