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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Index,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
X-102,
Japan,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.