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 South Africa and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Zapp to the rap 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
UT,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Darondo,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.