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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
the Association,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Durutti Column,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.