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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pop Group 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Ossler,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.