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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the grunge 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
June Days,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.