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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.