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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.