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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.