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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T. Rex to the techno 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.