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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Gong,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.