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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.