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 Glasgow.
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 Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Basic Channel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.