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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.