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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.