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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.