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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Goldenarms,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.