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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Pole,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.