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 Fiji and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Qualms,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Television,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
ABC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.