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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.