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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey 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?
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.