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 Croatia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
10cc,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
The Blackbyrds,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.