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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Wire,
a-ha,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.