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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Smog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.