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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Sällskapet,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.