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 Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
The Wake,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.