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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Pop Group to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.