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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
Procol Harum,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
The Human League,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.