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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Radiohead to the funk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Adolescents,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
X-101,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.