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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.