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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.