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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.