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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 The Last Poets to the dance 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.