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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.