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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.