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 India and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Mars,
DNA,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.