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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.