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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.