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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.