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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
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.