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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
New Order,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Faust,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.