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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.