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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fania All-Stars to the techno 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
June Days,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.