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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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?
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.