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 Morocco and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.