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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.