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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Flipper to the dance 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.