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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.