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 Turkmenistan 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.