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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.