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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.