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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the punk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Deakin,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.