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 Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.