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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 CMW to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.