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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 L. Decosne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.