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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Index,
The Wake,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.