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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.