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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.