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 Montenegro 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.