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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.