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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.