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 Netherlands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.