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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
cv313,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.