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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.