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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.