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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.