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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Erasure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.