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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.