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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.