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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 808 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.