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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.