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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.