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 Mali and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.