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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
JFA,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.