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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Roxy Music to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.