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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.