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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.