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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.