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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.