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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Gong,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.