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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
The Monochrome Set,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.