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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Neu!,
Kayak,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.