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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.