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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.