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 Japan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
The Trojans,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.