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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.