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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Eli Mardock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.