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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alton Ellis to the funk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.