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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Sugar Minott to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
The Names,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.