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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Mr. Review to the disco 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.