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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
H. Thieme,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.