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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.