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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the rap 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Normal,
Excepter,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.