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 Latvia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.