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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.