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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
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 organ 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.