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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.