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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Camberwell Now to the rock 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Visage,
Crime,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.