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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the disco 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.