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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Yaz,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.