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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Ultra Naté 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.