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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.