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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.