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 Ghana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
CMW,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Half Japanese,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.