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 United States and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.