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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sixth Finger to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Flipper,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.