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 Micronesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Q and Not U to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.