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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Clear Light,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.