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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
The Names,
Cameo,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.