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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.