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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.