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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Smog,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.