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 Georgia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 London and Mumbai.
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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.