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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
MDC,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.