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 China and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.