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 Egypt and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Gong,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.