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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.