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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Au Pairs,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Technova,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.