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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.