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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Technova,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.