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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Monks,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.