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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.