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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.