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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 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 Juan Atkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Make Up,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Massinfluence,
Magazine,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.