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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Quantec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.