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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.