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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Slick Rick to the grunge 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Television,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.