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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Qualms,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.