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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Wings,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
10cc,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.