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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 John Lydon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.