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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.