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 Sierra Leone and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scratch Acid to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Faust,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.