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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Basic Channel 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band,
The Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.