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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Excepter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.