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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.