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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Cluster,
Japan,
World's Most,
Arcadia,
Magma,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.