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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 David McCallum to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
Marine Girls,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.