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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Wings,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.