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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Surgeon,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.