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 Senegal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Franke,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.