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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.