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 Malta and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 The Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Bluetip,
The Index,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Buzzcocks,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.