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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.