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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the dance 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Motorama,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.