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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.