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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.