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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Ultra Naté to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.