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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Steve Hackett to the grime 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.