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 Namibia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.