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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.