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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Searchers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Nas,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Organ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.