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 Sudan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.