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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
New Order,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.