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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.