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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.