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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.