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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blancmange to the techno 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
UT,
Skriet,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.