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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry's Kids,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.