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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.