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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 In Retrospect to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.