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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Reagan Youth to the dance 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.