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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bronski Beat to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.