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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
UT,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.