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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.