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 Congo 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 DNA to the grime 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Darondo,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.