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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.