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 Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 spring reverb 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Smog,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.