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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the crunk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.