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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
The Dead C,
Smog,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.