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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Organ,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.