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 San Marino and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.