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 East Timor 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.