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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gories 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.