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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.