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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.