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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.