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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Index,
Visage,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.