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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Pulsallama to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Q65,
Faust,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.