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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. 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?
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
JFA,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.