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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Sugar Minott to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
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Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.