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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Half Japanese,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Smog,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.