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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.