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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.