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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Tubeway Army,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.