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 Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.