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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Alison Limerick to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.