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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.