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 Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
June Days,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.