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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 The Fortunes to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
The Victims,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.