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 Denmark and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs 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?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
The Saints,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.