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 Vietnam and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.