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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.