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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Roxette,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.