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 Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Sandy B to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.