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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Offenders to the rap 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.