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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds 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?
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.