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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.