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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Lyres,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.