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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.