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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.