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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Martian to the dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.