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 Algeria and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Alice Coltrane to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.