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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Section 25,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.