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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.