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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja 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?
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
John Holt,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scientists,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.