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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Can,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.