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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.