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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Pagans,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.