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 Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.