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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.