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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Massinfluence to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Faust,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Angry Samoans,
Black Moon,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.