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 Liechtenstein 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.