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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.