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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Moebius,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Pole,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.