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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the jazz 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.