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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.