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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Second Layer to the grime 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Hashim,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Gong,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.