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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.