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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.