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 Pakistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Lakeside,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.