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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.