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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Scan 7,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.