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 Slovakia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Wings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.