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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.