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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mandrill to the funk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
World's Most,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.