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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
The Evens,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.