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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Soft Cell to the grime 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.