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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Talk Talk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.