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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
the Germs,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.