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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 One Last Wish to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Marmalade,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.