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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fuzztones to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.