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 Turkey and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Can,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.