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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.