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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.