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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.