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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.