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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
10cc,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.