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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
Japan,
The Slits,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.