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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Magma,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.