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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant 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?
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tommy Roe,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.