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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Mars,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.