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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
MC5,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
The Human League,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.