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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.