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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Nas,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Letta Mbulu,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Brass Construction,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.