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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Slave,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.