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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.