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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.