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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
ABBA,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Index,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.