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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.