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 Palau and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the punk 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Nico,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.