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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.