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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators 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?
Section 25,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.