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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.