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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Ituana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Mandrill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.