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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Echospace,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.