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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Gladiators 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
UT,
Icehouse,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.