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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.