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 Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Moebius to the grime 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Franke,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.