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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.