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 Armenia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.