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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.