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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
ABC,
Cluster,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.