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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Procol Harum,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.