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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.