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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.