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 Andorra and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Cluster,
New Order,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.