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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.