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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scion to the funk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Brick,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.