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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Velvet Underground to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
MDC,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Crime,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.