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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Zapp,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.