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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.