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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.