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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.