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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Television,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.