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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.