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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.