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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.