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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.