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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Japan to the electroclash 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Pulsallama,
The Evens,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.