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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Ludus,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.