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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.