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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.