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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.