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 Swaziland and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.