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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
PIL,
Smog,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
The Litter,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.