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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.