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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Slave,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.