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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.