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 Samoa and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Visage,
China Crisis,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
CMW,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.