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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slave,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Skarface,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.