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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.