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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.