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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.