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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.