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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Mary Jane Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.