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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.