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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.