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 United States and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Black Pus to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
The Remains,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.