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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.