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 Malawi and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.