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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
The Cure,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.