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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
The Fall,
Whodini,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.