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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.