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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
PIL,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.