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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.