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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.