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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.