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 Russia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Animal Collective to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Scion,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.