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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the rap 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.