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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.