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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
The Wake,
MC5,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Index,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.