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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.