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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Grauzone 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.