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 Spain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the disco 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Marine Girls,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.