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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Cowsills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Japan,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.