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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.