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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.