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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
The Move,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.