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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.