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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Urselle,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.