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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.