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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
the Association,
X-101,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.