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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Shoche to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
June of 44,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.