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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Gong,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
DNA,
10cc,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.