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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
New Order,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Technova,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.