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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.