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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Echospace,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Brick,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.