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 France and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.