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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.