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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
John Cale,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.