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 Uganda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Rakim,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.