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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.