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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.