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 Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
The Index,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.