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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.