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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Television,
The Move,
Whodini,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.