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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grime 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Nas,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
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.