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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Liliput,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.