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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
The Saints,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.