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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Skatalites to the crunk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacob Miller,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.