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 Malawi and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.