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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the rap 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
The Index,
The Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Visage,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.