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 Kosovo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Intrusion to the techno 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Icehouse,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Index,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.