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 Grenada 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.