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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Japan,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.