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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
Mars,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.