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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
The Move,
Scion,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.