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 Poland and from Milan.
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 Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.