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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New Order to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.