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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
The Names,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.