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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
D'Angelo,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
X-102,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.