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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warsaw to the techno 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
MDC,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
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.