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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.