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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.