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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.