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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Lyres to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys 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?
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.