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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.