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 Panama and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine 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.