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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.