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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Skaos,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.