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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.