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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
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.