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 Mozambique and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.