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 Liberia and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Sound to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.