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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.