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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Can,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.