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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.