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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Swans,
John Foxx,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.