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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Pagans,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Television,
Fear,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.