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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.