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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Desert Stars,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.